Frontline Korea, 1953. Infantryman Saxon slips out into no man's land each night on throat-cutting expeditions. His CO turns a blind eye to the presence of a psychopath in his company (and to Saxon's equivocal relationship with an eight-year-old orphan) because of the vital intelligence he brings back. The premise of this independent production - psychopaths often make effective soldiers - is too simple-minded to bear much discussion. Nevertheless, it's intriguingly cast, resourcefully shot and full of memorable bits and pieces: uncertainty as to how to mark the armistice ('I guess we should shake hands'), the weird, ritualistic dance in the moonlight, which Saxon performs over the bodies of his victims.